TITLE: Our Journey Home - December 19, 2012 By Loren T. Lowery 12/19/12 |
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Fierce upon the water
- Beyond the river’s edge –
Light,
Rippled
And shimmering lies.
Moonlight,
Ripe with sun’s flaxen harvest,
Flows in stepped mercurial waves
And bids
The grieving onward.
Yet between bank and rippled light
A breach stands
- A chasm fixed -
That no man
May pass.
If winged, the bereft would fly;
But mortal sinews
Restrain their forward steps.
“Unbind us,” they cry.
Their souls seeking
To null
The unbearable
Touch of absence.
Their plea pierce
Human ears
Yet cannot be
-Wholly fathomed -
For even as mortals be near;
So too are they
- Foreign to abject grief -
Made deaf.
But in God, there is hope
- The groaning of our souls -
Fully
Understood.
Golden stairs
Burnished by foot treads
Of loved ones
Now asleep
Taunts us
At river’s edge.
Flights of iridescent stairs
Descend from a silent moon.
Golden steps
Made Divine
- In past moments of grace -
Spiral down.
The stars
– Sentinels of solitude -
Keep their holy vigil.
We mortals reach up,
Yet heaven’s light
Remains static
Beyond our grasp.
Tears blur our eyes
And light becomes
Liquid.
The laments of our hearts
- Stand angelic -
In its diaphanous halo –
Waiting.
Cherished visions
Seen dimly in a mirror
Until at last face-to-face.
Immeasurable grant
Of piety
To mourning souls.
Yawning chasm
Fixed between bank
And rippled light.
Space transcended not by leap
Of tendon,
Ligament
Or bone -
But by faith.
And caught there mid-air
By He who bore our grief -
And remembers
Our sorrows -
That they be
Wiped away.
Fierce upon the water
- Beyond the river’s edge –
Light,
Rippled
And shimmering lies.
And, at the appointed time
- In confident belief –
We are carried
Across the gulf.
Our feet set upon
The once distant steps
To complete
Our journey home.
And
- At last –
Into the arms
Of for whom
We once grieved.
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